Face Time

Bonnie liked to supplement her income by taking her business international. Being an escort, there was a certain limit to the amount she could earn in a day; even if she didn’t sleep and worked for 24 hours….which she wasn’t about to do. Nobody was interested in tired looking, malnourished escorts. Well maybe they were but they wouldn’t pay top dollar for that. In addition to eating and sleeping, there was her beauty regimen that took at least an hour every day to complete, not including touch ups once she was through with clients.

So she decided to think outside the box and use the resources she has to get what she needed.

“Poppet?” she said her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness on a call to her manager, “I’m gonna have to reduce my availability by about two hours every day.”

“What?” Amanda asked sounding seriously scandalized.

“Yeah I’m sorry but I’m expanding into show business so…”

“What kind of show business?”

“The online kind. You know, where I get to masturbate myself and have people watch?”

“Hmmm, sounds fun. Want me to help you with marketing?”

Bonnie clapped her hands in delight, “I was hoping you’d say that. The usual 10 percent fee right?”

“Of course.”

“It’s a deal poppet.”

Bonnie lay back on her pillows, facing the camera. Her legs were bent, slightly apart as if by accident, so the delicate red lace covered line of her pussy was on display.

“Hey darlings,” she said kneading her breasts through her matching red lace bra. She sighed deeply as if she could not contain the pleasure of her ministrations.

“I’m feeling a bit…horny right now, all alone here in my little old apartment,” she said one hand creeping downward toward her pussy, “Wish I had somebody to…” her words trailed off as her tongue came out to lick her lips, fingers questing between her legs, trying to find her clit.

“Oooohhh, wish these were your fingers,” she said arching upwards and thrusting at nothing as her hands worked. The other hand pulled at her bra, freeing her nipple. She flicked a finger back and forth, making it harden.

“Feels so good,” she murmured. She opened her eyes, staring at the screen.

“If you want more, you know what to do.” She whispered and watched the credit card numbers roll in.